"You a nasty mutha fucka, huh? I got something for your nasty ass." Reign told him. She placed one leg on the bed and grabbed two fists full of Don B's hair and forcing his face into her pussy. He's nose and mouth were buried so far inside her that she wasn’t sure if he could breathe or not, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was bust a nut before she had to move to the next phase of the caper.
Reign moved him back on the bed and crawled to a sitting position on his face. Don B. tried to protest, grabbing her by the waist and trying to lift her off, but she put her wait on him. Eventually he stopped fighting and went with the flow. Shivers ran through her body when she felt his tongue exploring her. She ground her ass back and forth, working her way to the explosion. By then she noticed that Don B. was no longer holding her hips. His arm was hanging limply over the edge of the bed and he wasn’t moving. Reign had thought she accidentally given him to much of the drug and killed him, but her fears were assuaged when she felt his neck and found a pulse. He was sleeping as soundly as a baby and ripe for the picking, but Reign had never one to waste a good nut, so she finished handling her business on his face until she released all over his lips and beard.
"Thanks, baby," she whispered in his ear before climbing off the sleeping Don B. Reign slipped back into her clothes and crept towards the room door. She stuck her head out and after giving a brief look around she whistled in a practiced pitch. After a few seconds passed she heard the proper response to her whistle. Her girls were on point.
Reign searched the night stand drawer and found the writing pad baring the motel's logo. Sparing one more glance at Don B. she began scribbling on the piece of paper. Don B. and his boys were in for some pleasant surprises in the morning, but the words in her note would be the coupe de gras in the grand scheme of what was to come.